“It’s fine. I mean the situation, not his eye,” I answered for Judge, heat spreading over my cheeks. “It’s my fault. My ex came back and thought he could start where we left off before he cheated. Judge and he got into... an altercation. One of the police officers who stopped at the house, Jayce Paxton, and I are friends. He didn’t take us to the station, and Chris would be stupid to try to press charges.”
Benny frowned. “Should Judge and I go talk to this officer?”
“No,” I said quickly, embarrassment plaguing me. I silently cursed Chris and his stupidity and sighed. “It’s fine, Jayce will take care of it. He’s the partner of one of my other friends, River Demchenko. River is a lawyer—”
“We know River,” Roger interrupted.
“We didn’t know River was gay and had a partner.” Benny’s eyes lit up, and Judge groaned, but Benny ignored him as he grinned at Roger. “We could invite them for cocktails and appetizers.”
“Papa, concentrate.” Judge laughed anyway. “Why are you so intent on finding gay dinner friends?”
Benny waved his hand at Judge and focused back on me. “River will put a stop to any issues I’m sure, he’s more than competent.”
I nodded because he was right.
“Well, I guess that is done, then.” Benny turned a sharp gaze on Judge. “No more fighting. I don’t want to hear from someone about you getting arrested, am I clear? I taught you better than that. If you want to be a lawyer—”
“I know, Papa—I need to be an upstanding citizen, do my part in the community.” He rolled his eyes and stood, dragging me with him.
Now that I was standing in front of his family my nerves grew worse, eating at my stomach until nausea spread through me. They were all staring as though I had the answer to their wordless questions, and thankfully Judge yanked me out of the living room toward his bedroom. I stumbled on one of the stairs, but he grabbed me before I could twist my ankle. The trip along the hall didn’t seem as if it would ever end.
I groaned when we made it into his room, and he shoved me. I landed on the mattress with athump. He jumped onto the spot next to me and cuddled at my side, pressing his face against my neck.
“I can’t believe I got grilled by your parents.” I ran a hand over my face. “I’ll never be able to look them in the eye again.”
Judge laughed and kissed a sensitive spot on my throat. I tilted my head up and relaxed into his touches as he tickled his fingers down the gray T-shirt I’d managed to put on after being caught. At least Benny had let us shower and get ready before sitting us down for a lecture. It was almost as though I was a teenager again.
“I told you, you’re mine. I don’t care who I have to fight to keep you.”
His possessiveness was sexy. I’d never thought that would be my thing until now. “Thank you, Sir.”
He pressed his firm cock against my thigh. “Mm. You know how you can really thank me?”
“No. Absolutely not.” I chuckled and ran my hand through his hair, scraping my nails over his scalp. “I am not having sex in your parents’ house.”
“Why?” He raised himself onto his elbow, grinning. His cheeks were flushed more than usual and his green eyes gleamed.
“Because I’m not.”
“What if your Sir asked you to?” he whispered low, then laid his mouth across mine in a gentle kiss that had my toes curling.
“Then I would, under protest. But I trust my Sir.”
He made a low humming sound at the back of his throat and danced his fingers down my cheek. “This weekend I want to take you to Triple X.”
“I’ve been there a couple of times with River,” I admitted. “Once with Chris. I didn’t enjoy it much, but that was because Chris was terrible at being assertive.”
His face twisted in anger. “He’s a shitty human being.”
I laughed in agreement. “I’d like to go there with you. I’m not... into very much hardcore stuff, but I want to please you.”
“Did you know,” he whispered into my ear, breath tickling my skin, “they have playrooms where I can get you sweaty as fuck? I want to lick every inch of your skin once I get you sticky.”
I shuddered at the image. My cock throbbed, but I ignored it. “Will you worship me, Sir?”
“Every muscle on your body will have my tongue on it. Every. Single. One.” As if to prove a point, he grabbed my elbow and straightened my arm, kissing my bicep and making his way up my shoulder and down to my pec, even though I still wore a shirt. “I want to eat you up, show you how fucking sexy you are.”
I bit my bottom lip to hold in a whimper. “Please.”
